Oct 24, 2015
Hope had already taken her dosage for the day, and being out and about — under the rays of the sun rather than caged within the fluorescent lights of the school hallways — was only amplifying the effects of the poison.
Her walk down Main Street was being spent in a complete and utter daze, her sense of equilibrium walking a dangerous precipice. So, naturally, when she crashed into someone, she found herself hitting the concrete rather quickly, scraping her forearm in the process.
After letting out a squeal, she scrambled to collect herself ( it was unbecoming, after all ), though the throbbing from her injury served as a decent distraction.
“I’m s—sorry. I didn’t mean to — are you alright?”
